GR1MREAPER

Bitch I feel like death
 Grim reaper walking and he matching up my steps
 We gon catch a body, over petty disrespect
 We ain't throwing subs, throw some hands, be direct
 Bitch
 Bitch I feel like death
 Grim reaper walking and he matching up my steps
 We gon catch a body, over petty disrespect
 We ain't throwing subs, throw some hands, be direct
 Muhfuckas had it coming, now Im outwardly destructive
 I was tryna fix myself then I turned around said fuck it
 I keep rolling with the punches, it's how I deal with the suffering
 All these toxins in my body, irresponsible consumptions
 (Ahhhh, ahhhh)
 Go... till it all falls down... screams of terror in my head
 Love the sound
 Needed to saved wasn't nobody around.
 Needed to be saved, fed my body to the hounds
 Fuck you mess of peasants, you feathered pheasants
 I best address this
 We be pulling up once you text adresses, I get the message
 I was left for dead, then got resurrected for extra wreckage
 He thought it was sweet now his neck extended like pez dispensers
 I don't recommend it, pent-up aggression is never-ending
 I be friends-with-benefits fucking my head with less affection
 I was sent directions and Ieft my residence dressed with weapons
 Best respect the presence, I'm level-headed as leather head is
 Bitch I feel like death
 Grim reaper walking and he matching up my steps
 We gon catch a body, over petty disrespect
 We ain't throwing subs, throw some hands, be direct
 Bitch